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Akiva Khalsa

Failure was not an option, not with what was awaiting for Akiva at the apartment she had grown up in. There was only despair waiting for her there. There was anger and disgust, and somehow betrayal, as if Akiva had asked the Gods when she was but a babe in her mother's womb to grant her these powers that made her mother believe she was demon spawn. At an early age, Akiva knew that the only way she would ever escape her mother and that one small corner of the living room that had been sectioned off with a tattered old bed sheet hung from the ceiling, was to excel at school, to learn how to make it on her own because the woman that birthed her would never lend a helping hand.


Thus was the reason for her trip up the longest flight of stairs. That, and her love of the stars.


They had always been there for her in a way that a parental figure had not been. She could rest her head on her lumpy pillow that was older than she was, and look up at the small sliver of window she could see from her cot. Almost every night, the stars were there, high in the night sky, standing out against the darkness of the late hour. She had spent hours staring at them, counting them, making patterns and shapes out of them as if they were her dolls to play with when she had none. It was in those moments, the part of the night when the clock seemed to stop, when time seemed to hover did Akiva dare to dream that perhaps there was more out there for her, that all she had to do was follow the stars and she'd arrive at it.


And then Fjord happened.


It was a sin (for Akiva knew all about sins as her mother instructed her on them so thoroughly) for Fjord to take something so sacred, so magical and pure and make a mockery of it. And mock she had. Not a single lesson had been informative, not a single 'fact' she had tried to teach was even remotely true. It was shameful, the lessons had been a disgrace and it had pained the Slytherin to sit through lessons that ripped apart such an important part of her world.


And then Rad happened.


Akiva wasn't sure how they happened, but they did. Perhaps it started with him randomly talking in her vicinity and her gathering the courage to respond. Perhaps it was the fact that she felt as though he worshiped the stars as much as she did. Perhaps, well, perhaps it was because she had no one else and Rad was there, willing and ready and what more could she ask for?


That was how they came to be, climbing the tallest flight of stairs Hogwarts had to offer, twisting and turning, her little legs burning with the effort but refusing to back down because this was important. Their mission was simple: teach themselves more about Astronomy than Fjord did. And since their professor had set the bar so low, the eleven-year-old was sure they'd be able to do this without much effort on their part. Though, looking up at the many stairs they still had left to climb and then back at her partner in crime with their arms full of heavy equipment, she could not deny that there was a great amount of effort being put into this leg of the mission.


"It doesn't feel like we've gone very far in the last ten minutes," she heaved, pausing to lean her shoulder against a portrait that was scandalized by her nonchalant attitude towards the occupant. "When did telescopes become so heavy?"

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Professor Forchheimer

"Probably since someone filled the case with rocks." The wave of her wand was deliberately not subtle as Noura conjured rocks inside of Akiva's telescope case and it increased in weight for real. The slight smile on her face would give away the joke, if the first years noticed it.


The professor had caught up with the two on their way up to the astronomy tower, and she couldn't rightfully just walk by them. She sized them up seriously. Since they weren't her regular students nor in her house, the best she could give them was that they didn't stand out to her as anyone who had made trouble before. They deserved some credit for the initiative they were taking. At least, they did as long as the telescopes weren't just a cover for romance. They were too young for that, surely, and there were easier ways to find privacy in the castle.


"Can I give you a hand?" She offered to take the cases from the two students and would at the very least vanish the rocks once the joke played out. "What are you planning on looking at tonight?"



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